through frost
a girl sees the face of her father
it is long and very white
a massive trunk
knots of muscles stacked
no rhyme or reason
a man none the less
in his terrible flesh storms
fear is thunder swirling in clouds
black in his pockets
this child, this one rare child will turn
and look to a narrow chasm of light
dazzling ruby red her horizon for some somewhere
she takes my breath away
and through and here
she goes and comes
grows and thrives a child of light
a persistant child
I wonder sometimes who she is this sinewy creature
an elusive mouse
I give her crusts and make idle promises
in return she sings a gift
in time to flight and fancy
dreams
we are a dream
only now
live with me and sing
sing with me and dance
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"fear is thunder swirling in clouds
black in his pockets"
Now *that* is frightening, like a surreal painting. What is it about this Monday?
(laughing)
Thank you.
I love your poetry, always beautifully written and powerful.
rated
Thank you so much.
close your eyes ...
Wow. I do like Monkey. Yup.
I do.
I could read many more of these if you would write them here.......
Rated.
thank you for your kind words. but OH NO...once again, I missed something. I always miss all the fun and madness. it's the time differences, I'm sure of it.
mission,
thank you. (maybe we can rig something up with the ratings. hahah)
unbreakable,
your words make me feel good. thank you.
clarkk,
I'm sorry to hear you've collapsed. try a nice slice of cake. that'll straighten you right out!
ck dexter,
yer just a natural vaudevillian, is what you are.
mother,
yes it does. hello mother! thank you.